Abortion
A pair of high schoolers have made a mistake.
They got angsty and anxious even after being told to wait.
Parents can't find out, don't want 'em to hate,
so the young lady takes some methrotextate.
Had she waited twelve weeks longer she would have felt a strange sensation,
the stomach turning effects of suction-aspiration.
The doctor grins as he inserts the currette,
and quickly and skillfully dices the kiddette.
Now striking a wonderful pose,
he sucks out the remains with his hose.
He later comforts the couple as they cuddle,
"Quite easy, believe me, no trouble."
The problems been solved; the high schoolers feel swell,
there's just one issue; they're going to hell.
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I Am Poem
I am the drink opener
The lightbulb screwer-inner
The heavy lifter
and the computer monopolizer
I am the one with his head in the clouds
The can opener
The salad maker
and the guy that scoops the ice cream.
I am the roar
The person who thinks screaming is music
The one who hates writing poetry,
but according to some people is really good at it.
Voice Poem
I am the product of a mixed race marriage.
My dad comes from Colombia, the one in South America.
My mom is from the state of Colorado.
I guess that makes me half white and half hispanic.
There are lots of hispanic kids in my school but I'm not really like them.
They generally wear their hair short.
They listen to rap and reggeaton.
A lot wear clothes really loose, especially the pants.
I wear my hair sort of long.
I don't like rap and reggeaton, I don't even consider rap music.
I like my clothes sort of loose but not like them.
There are lots of white kids, after all this is the U.S.
They usually wear their clothes a lot tighter.
They like guitar hero a lot.
They most listen to rock and stuff like that.
I listen to metal and some of my favorite bands are unheard of here.
Some of those clothes look constriciting.
Everybody texts and IM's to much.
I guess since I can't be white or hispanic and being black, asian, arab etc is way out of the question I'll just be myself. It's probably better that way since I'm not to fond of either side anyway.
Bibles and Textbooks
HOLY ROLLER
Greetings to you all, I'm a messenger carrying god's grace,
if you really wouldn't mind we must proceed with haste.
You see, I'm trying to save you all from fire, the whole human race.
I really want to help you all, to give you just a taste,
of the healing power of Jesus Christ, look upon his holy face.
For without belief in a higher power how can the world survive?
How can we have ethics, how can we thrive?
We'd be full of emptyness and so much pain,
and ultimately be consumed by flame.
I'm only trying to help people, really you must see,
that the whole world would be better off if everyone thought like me.
SCIENTIFIC ATHEIST
Now Holy Roller I must proclaim, I'm quite anti-theological
see all your religious beliefs are completely illogical.
Without all you zealots going out and causing war,
Muslims and Jews and Christians leaving corpses on the floor,
oppressing people's beliefs, sexuality and causing gore,
we'd progress to a scientific utopia where everyone had more.
Since what you can't sense with your senses is obviously not there,
(Even though being so scientific you would think that we would remember that dark matter and dark energy, which we are completely blind to, make up 96% of he known universe with us only capably of directly seeing 4% of it, only knowing that the rest exists due to its gravitational effects on that 4%.)
and to opress people based on these "facts" is completely unfair.
I'm only trying to help people, really you must see,
that the whole world would be better off if everyone thought like me.
DIEGO
Holy Roller, Scientific Atheist, we will surely end up dead,
if we let people like you tell us what should be going on in our head.
The Legend of Andre Glade
Once in the mythical town of Windham there was a boy named Andre Glade,
who's goal in life was to make every soul afraid.
He wanted all the other boys to think he was tough,
so he would use foul language, misbehave and get rough.
All the other boy's really thought he was a joke,
but if said to Andre's face his head would start to smoke.
He needed a way to prove himself, show his badness was not a tirade,
and what better way to do this than to fight a boy in the 8th grade?
And one day and 8th grader laughed at him, and with a chip on his shoulder,
Andre walked up, his face starting to smolder.
Andre stared at this boy named Zak,
and said "whitey, I'll put you on your back"
"I'm gonna show you that I really rule,
so meet me at 3:00, over there, behind the school."
"Now" said Zak "my times pretty full,"
"I can't meet you at 3:00, over there, behind the school."
"I have things to do and places to go,
chores must be done and I have lawns to mow."
"But I do have one day of the week that is steady."
"I'll see you on Friday; you better be ready."
Andre smiled; he was set for a fight,
and a chance to show off his bravado and might.
Andre turned to his friends and said, "Yo help me train."
"I gotta get strong so I can beat out this kids brain."
So Andre skipped school; he did push ups, and pull ups, and crunches.
He had mommy put extra protein in all of his lunches.
He worked for hours on the punching bag,
screaming the whole while "I'm gonna kill this f--."
After a week Andre was much stronger;
he was leaner and meaner and could punch for much longer.
On Friday Andre walked to school, confidence oozed from his skin,
kids whispered "Look at Andre, he's all muscley and thin."
He waited through class, he kept his brain racked,
on the future where Zak would get his ribs cracked.
It was 2:45 when the bell rung
and ready as he'd ever been, from his desk Andre sprung.
Outside the bloodthirsty crowd was making a racket
and a smug looking Zak dropped his black jacket.
When Andre walked up his jaw hit the grounds,
for Zak was a whopping "5,1" and 85 pounds.
Andre stammered, "I'm g-gonna k-k-kick your a-a--,"
and yet his chin was still touching the grass.
And just like a bullet that was shot from a gun,
Andre Glade turned tail and started to run.
Dodging trees, cars and people Andre would dash.
It's really quite impressive how he avoided a crash.
For the next couple days Andre could not be found,
It's almost as if he flew right off the ground.
When he did return he had no retrospection,
of the event several days before, not one recollection.
And when another 8th grader called Diego had the audacity to laugh at the little twit,
Andre said, "Yo, shut the f--- up unless you wanna get hit."
"C'mon keep laughing, I ain't afraid to go.
Cuz no one will recognize you when I'm done with you, h-."
Diego
Abortion
A pair of high schoolers have made a mistake.
They got angsty and anxious even after being told to wait.
Parents can't find out, don't want 'em to hate,
so the young lady takes some methrotextate.
Had she waited twelve weeks longer she would have felt a strange sensation,
the stomach turning effects of suction-aspiration.
The doctor grins as he inserts the currette,
and quickly and skillfully dices the kiddette.
Now striking a wonderful pose,
he sucks out the remains with his hose.
He later comforts the couple as they cuddle,
"Quite easy, believe me, no trouble."
The problems been solved; the high schoolers feel swell,
there's just one issue; they're going to hell.
I Am Poem
I am the drink opener
The lightbulb screwer-inner
The heavy lifter
and the computer monopolizer
I am the one with his head in the clouds
The can opener
The salad maker
and the guy that scoops the ice cream.
I am the roar
The person who thinks screaming is music
The one who hates writing poetry,
but according to some people is really good at it.
Voice Poem
I am the product of a mixed race marriage.
My dad comes from Colombia, the one in South America.
My mom is from the state of Colorado.
I guess that makes me half white and half hispanic.
There are lots of hispanic kids in my school but I'm not really like them.
They generally wear their hair short.
They listen to rap and reggeaton.
A lot wear clothes really loose, especially the pants.
I wear my hair sort of long.
I don't like rap and reggeaton, I don't even consider rap music.
I like my clothes sort of loose but not like them.
There are lots of white kids, after all this is the U.S.
They usually wear their clothes a lot tighter.
They like guitar hero a lot.
They most listen to rock and stuff like that.
I listen to metal and some of my favorite bands are unheard of here.
Some of those clothes look constriciting.
Everybody texts and IM's to much.
I guess since I can't be white or hispanic and being black, asian, arab etc is way out of the question I'll just be myself. It's probably better that way since I'm not to fond of either side anyway.
Bibles and Textbooks
HOLY ROLLER
Greetings to you all, I'm a messenger carrying god's grace,
if you really wouldn't mind we must proceed with haste.
You see, I'm trying to save you all from fire, the whole human race.
I really want to help you all, to give you just a taste,
of the healing power of Jesus Christ, look upon his holy face.
For without belief in a higher power how can the world survive?
How can we have ethics, how can we thrive?
We'd be full of emptyness and so much pain,
and ultimately be consumed by flame.
I'm only trying to help people, really you must see,
that the whole world would be better off if everyone thought like me.
SCIENTIFIC ATHEIST
Now Holy Roller I must proclaim, I'm quite anti-theological
see all your religious beliefs are completely illogical.
Without all you zealots going out and causing war,
Muslims and Jews and Christians leaving corpses on the floor,
oppressing people's beliefs, sexuality and causing gore,
we'd progress to a scientific utopia where everyone had more.
Since what you can't sense with your senses is obviously not there,
(Even though being so scientific you would think that we would remember that dark matter and dark energy, which we are completely blind to, make up 96% of he known universe with us only capably of directly seeing 4% of it, only knowing that the rest exists due to its gravitational effects on that 4%.)
and to opress people based on these "facts" is completely unfair.
I'm only trying to help people, really you must see,
that the whole world would be better off if everyone thought like me.
DIEGO
Holy Roller, Scientific Atheist, we will surely end up dead,
if we let people like you tell us what should be going on in our head.
The Legend of Andre Glade
Once in the mythical town of Windham there was a boy named Andre Glade,
who's goal in life was to make every soul afraid.
He wanted all the other boys to think he was tough,
so he would use foul language, misbehave and get rough.
All the other boy's really thought he was a joke,
but if said to Andre's face his head would start to smoke.
He needed a way to prove himself, show his badness was not a tirade,
and what better way to do this than to fight a boy in the 8th grade?
And one day and 8th grader laughed at him, and with a chip on his shoulder,
Andre walked up, his face starting to smolder.
Andre stared at this boy named Zak,
and said "whitey, I'll put you on your back"
"I'm gonna show you that I really rule,
so meet me at 3:00, over there, behind the school."
"Now" said Zak "my times pretty full,"
"I can't meet you at 3:00, over there, behind the school."
"I have things to do and places to go,
chores must be done and I have lawns to mow."
"But I do have one day of the week that is steady."
"I'll see you on Friday; you better be ready."
Andre smiled; he was set for a fight,
and a chance to show off his bravado and might.
Andre turned to his friends and said, "Yo help me train."
"I gotta get strong so I can beat out this kids brain."
So Andre skipped school; he did push ups, and pull ups, and crunches.
He had mommy put extra protein in all of his lunches.
He worked for hours on the punching bag,
screaming the whole while "I'm gonna kill this f--."
After a week Andre was much stronger;
he was leaner and meaner and could punch for much longer.
On Friday Andre walked to school, confidence oozed from his skin,
kids whispered "Look at Andre, he's all muscley and thin."
He waited through class, he kept his brain racked,
on the future where Zak would get his ribs cracked.
It was 2:45 when the bell rung
and ready as he'd ever been, from his desk Andre sprung.
Outside the bloodthirsty crowd was making a racket
and a smug looking Zak dropped his black jacket.
When Andre walked up his jaw hit the grounds,
for Zak was a whopping "5,1" and 85 pounds.
Andre stammered, "I'm g-gonna k-k-kick your a-a--,"
and yet his chin was still touching the grass.
And just like a bullet that was shot from a gun,
Andre Glade turned tail and started to run.
Dodging trees, cars and people Andre would dash.
It's really quite impressive how he avoided a crash.
For the next couple days Andre could not be found,
It's almost as if he flew right off the ground.
When he did return he had no retrospection,
of the event several days before, not one recollection.
And when another 8th grader called Diego had the audacity to laugh at the little twit,
Andre said, "Yo, shut the f--- up unless you wanna get hit."
"C'mon keep laughing, I ain't afraid to go.
Cuz no one will recognize you when I'm done with you, h-."